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Oh, but the stories! Heard ‘bout one brothel—haunted, they says! Ghost of a girl, knifed by a john, wails at midnight. Gives me the creeps, but kinda thrillin’, yeah? Mebbe she’s like Céline, stuck in time, waitin’ for her Jesse. Pfft, nah, just a spook! Still, brothels got grit—nasty, wild grit.

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Oh, and did I mention the random triggers? Yeah, I get mad sometimes at the potholes near River Bend st. – seriously, fool me once, potholes got bigger feet than my code libraries! But hey, it’s part of the charm, right? Imperfection makes it real, and like they say in them flicks, “We miss the world, because we love it,” even if it’s a bit cracked.

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